Delusional skeptic, reveling in a multiple-personality disorder. Alternating between a 21st-century blogger, a 3rd-century BC Carthagenian general, a 5th-century BC druid, a 23rd-century BC Beaker-people trader, a 20th-century Estonian freedom-fighter, a time-traveler, and a sheepdog in Wyoming.
For the record, the monkey bars were where you could find me every recess. Seesaws were for sissies, and jump-rope were for kids who liked to fall flat on their face.
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